If I was America's Next Top Model

Kepp your head high like a model, darling
Muster the confidence to strut down the catwalk
You're in the running towards becoming
America's Next Top Model
If you have fear keep it under that silly dress,
wrapped tight like a corset, darling
We all want what we cannot have
Any emotion must not surface,
Skin smooth and clear like a mannequin
Eye balls that jut out as if to say
'Who are you to pencil me in? '
I'm still in the running towards becoming
America's Next Top Model
I own heels that make me taller than the sun
If I fall I'll gain back my composure,
but only because that's what us models do
The paparazi must never know my weakness
But what's a darling to do when she's down?
'Congratulations, you're still in the running towards becoming
America's Next Top Model'

poem by Faith Wood
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King and I

I saw a boy in the clouds
He smiled down aon me,
he showed his teeth and stuck out his tounge
and threw out a dash of irony

I saw a girl in the sun
She must have been his friend
She had that same smile and sparkle
and as I could feel, my heart did bend

I saw a man in the leaves
He was reaching out his hand
but it looked for like a wave than yearning
and I wished to understand

I saw a princess in the raindrops
She was attached to a man'r arm
She had plastic legs and tiger eyes
and that shouldn't set off any alarm

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poem by Faith Wood
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